Dr. Cat Meyer, LMFT

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Dr. Cat Meyer, PsyD, LMFT is a licensed psychotherapist sex therapist, relationship coach, partner yoga for intimacy instructor, meditation guide, and reiki practitioner dedicated to evolving the relationship we have surrounding sexuality. Dr. Cat recognizes the strong link between body, mind, and spirit and uses this knowledge in her private practice, transformational retreats, and speaking events.

Be poetry.Meaning:Refuse to live on the surface.Insist that things mean more than they appear.Move through the world lik...
03/18/2026

Be poetry.
Meaning:
Refuse to live on the surface.
Insist that things mean more than they appear.
Move through the world like everything is a symbol—
because to the soul, it is.

We’ve become so literal.
So efficient.
So optimized for productivity that we’ve accidentally
disenchanted our entire existence.

We stopped looking for signs.
We stopped making rituals out of nothing.
We forgot that Tuesdays could be sacred
if we decided they were.

The soul doesn’t speak in logic.
It speaks in images.
Symbols.
Dreams.
The things that make you feel something you can’t explain.

“Soul-making”—
the art of living as if meaning is everywhere,
waiting to be noticed.

So.
Blow bubbles like you’re releasing wishes.
Swing like you’re five and forever.
Hold a sword like you’re cutting away the worldly bullsh!t
Dance in the grocery store aisle.
Talk to the moon.

Make rituals where there were none.
Light a candle.
Name your seasons.
Treat your morning coffee like ceremony.
Let objects carry meaning.
Appreciate “signs” from the universe.
Let life challenges become initiations.

Treat your life as the myth
you were always meant to live.

This isn’t delusion.
This is soul-care.
The psyche and our humanness craves enchantment.
The world, re-animated.

For your one wild, unrepeatable life:

Be like poetry.
Strange. Symbolic. Alive.

03/05/2026

In this clip, Susan Bratton and I talk about why people stop wanting s.x — and how cultural conditioning, lack of education, and performance-based intimacy disconnect us from what the body actually craves.

When we shift from routine to curiosity…
from performance to exploration…

intimacy becomes alive again.

🎧 Full episode of S.x Love Psych3delics is live now.
🤍 Save this if you’re ready to rethink pleasure.

We are in a collective moment where the Maiden archetype is both under enormous ass*ult and crying out for reclamation. ...
03/04/2026

We are in a collective moment where the Maiden archetype is both under enormous ass*ult and crying out for reclamation.

An entire generation of young women is navigating their Maiden initiation inside a surveillance economy that monetizes their becoming.

At the same time there is a growing counter-current — women reclaiming embodied wisdom, sovereign desire, the sacred erot!c — that is essentially the work of honoring the Maiden’s third space.
The in-between space of the light and shadow.

The question this archetype poses to every woman is ultimately:

Can you remain open without losing yourself?

Can you stay in contact with your erot!c aliveness—your capacity to be moved, delighted, curious, desirous—
while also standing firmly in the sovereignty of your own knowing?

That integration is not a destination.
It is a practice.
And it is, it seems to me, precisely the territory you work in.

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There are emotions many of us favor: Happiness. Ecstasy. Hope. Bravery. Calm.And emotions we’d rather not feel: Sadness....
03/03/2026

There are emotions many of us favor:
Happiness. Ecstasy. Hope. Bravery. Calm.
And emotions we’d rather not feel:
Sadness. Anger. Disgust. Fear. Shame.

The internal judgment between these, “good” vs “bad”
makes it harder to use them as the tools they are.

Emotions are not moral categories.
They are informants.
Carrying precious data from every experience you’ve ever had.

From challenging moments to profound ones.
From wounds to joys.

When we ignore, suppress, or distract from these emotions, we miss the information.

When we dismiss them because we believe we “shouldn’t” feel that way, they don’t disappear. They fester.

What we refuse to face consciously will come to us as fate.
The emotions we exile don’t leave. They become part of the shadow— that unconscious territory holding everything we’ve deemed unacceptable about ourselves.
The shadow doesn’t stay quiet.

It leaks, projects, erupts.
It shows up in our relationships, our reactions, our bodies.
The anger you won’t feel becomes the tension in your jaw.

The grief you won’t honor becomes the numbness in your chest.
The fear you won’t face becomes the anxiety that runs your life.

The emotion arriving in this moment may not be accurately portraying the present.
It may be a messenger from the past— a protector formed long ago, anticipating that you’ll experience the same pain, the same harm, as before.

It is to be listened to.
Tended to.
Honored as a very real experience that shaped a very real protection.

Compassion for the younger version of yourself who needed that armor.
And perhaps now— you don’t.

The slow, sacred process of integrating all the parts of yourself you once had to exile.
Allowing them back into the whole through understanding.

There is a difference between giving attention to an emotion and spiraling into its depths.

You don’t hand the emotion the steering wheel to drive.
You sit beside it.
You ask: What are you trying to tell me?
You offer presence, patience, care.

The most terrifying thing is to accept oneself completely.
Yet, when you stop warring with your emotions, they stop warring with you.

They become allies. Guides. Informants.

02/28/2026

What if p.leasure is a portal?

Most of us were never taught the body has unlimited org@smic potential.
We were made to feel that we needed to rush, perform, and stay small inside sensation.

But when we learn to stay… to breathe…
to ride sensation instead of escape it…

Pleasure becomes a portal. Not just to or.g@sm.
But to connection.
To energy.
To something sacred.

In this clip, Susan shares the moment she stepped beyond fear and into expanded org@sm — and discovered connection to something far greater than herself.

S.x isn’t just about clim@x.
It’s about capacity. Energy. Awakening.
The body has more available than we were ever taught.

🎧 Full episode of S.x Love Psych3delics is live now.
🤍 Save this if you’re ready to expand.

I’ve been the exile in life.As a girl who couldn’t figure out the unspoken rules. As a teenager who mimicked others to f...
02/28/2026

I’ve been the exile in life.
As a girl who couldn’t figure out the unspoken rules.
As a teenager who mimicked others to fit in—and got rejected anyway.
As a young adult on the fringes of every in-group, never quite safe enough to soften.
Exile taught me to believe: isolation is “safe”. Being seen leads to rejection.
Every time it happened, I felt two polarizing sensations:
Relief—I can stop pretending.
And pain—I am unwanted.

Exile doesn’t just hurt. It asks:
Am I real without witnesses? Am I valid in my own existence?
In order to protect us, the unmet wound wraps us with clever solutions:
Shape-shifting to fit the mold of each group
Or build walls so no one can cast you out again—but at the loss of no one truly knowing you.
Now, there is a third place. The “in-between” that is integration.
Meeting yourself in the dark aloneness of yourself and facing what’s there without turning away, but rather finding the depth of understanding and compassion for this part of yourself, when and why it formed.
Discovering that love, warmth, meaning have a source inside you that survives any rejection.
I will be ok on the other side of self aloneness, self revelation, self expression.
The one who descends fully does not return desperate for belonging. They return offering something.
The wound, fully met, becomes the medicine.
And it’s a process. It’s not a single moment of arrival. It’s a spiral—returning to the wound, again and again, each time a little more whole.
Maybe we are always on this journey,
That there is no real point of fixed arrival
Personally I still feel the sensation and seductive pull to protect,
Yet I’m no longer exiling myself to avoid being exiled by others.
And it truly is the greatest sense of power one can wield.

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02/26/2026

What if hope isn’t found in checking out…
but in opening wider?

In this clip, Susan Bratton shares how she walked into a room gutted by what’s happening in our world — and left with hope.

Not because the headlines changed.
Not because the chaos disappeared.

But because she experienced a level of connection that reminded her:

We are wired for each other.
We are capable of collective love.
And our bodies hold portals to that remembering.

She speaks about entheogens.
She speaks about org@sm.c 3c.stasy.
She speaks about the kind of connection that dissolves isolation and reveals the web of humanity underneath it all.

This episode is about grief.
And pleasure.
And agency.
And what it means to stay present instead of collapsing.

Hope isn’t bypassing the pain.
It’s expanding your capacity to feel — together.

🎧 Tune into the full episode of S.x Love Psych3delics 179 with Susan Bratton.

🤍 Save this if you’ve been feeling overwhelmed by the state of the world.
💬 Share with someone who needs a reminder that we are more connected than we think

If she speaks to you in silly voices, babytalk, nonsense words only the two of you understand—Let her.This is not immatu...
02/25/2026

If she speaks to you in silly voices, babytalk, nonsense words only the two of you understand—
Let her.

This is not immaturity.
This is what safety sounds like.

In the world, she is composed.
Responsible.
Watchful.
Put together.
Always reading the room.
Always managing expectations.
Always holding more than she shows.

But with you— she exhales.
She gets clumsy.
She climbs on you like furniture.
She makes jokes that aren’t even funny.
She becomes dramatic over nothing.
She is soft and strange and unpolished.

This is not her regressing.
This is her trusting you with the most unguarded version of herself.

If you laugh at her rather than WITH her,
if you call it too much, roll your eyes, make her feel foolish for her expressiveness—
She will stop.

She will fold that part of herself into a tiny box and bury it somewhere you’ll never find.

Her light will begin to dim.
Quietly. Slowly.
Until you wonder why the relationship has become so heavy,
Why her l!bido has become so foreign.
Why her affections have become distant.
And the same sparkle in her eye that attracted you to her has faded.

Her playfulness is not a flaw to be fixed.

It’s a gift.

Guard it like the precious thing it is.

I was making love to my partner. But I couldn’t stay.Black curtains at the edges of my vision. A distance from my own bo...
02/18/2026

I was making love to my partner. But I couldn’t stay.

Black curtains at the edges of my vision.
A distance from my own body.
Present, but not present.
There, but somewhere else.
And then he stopped.

Not with frustration.
Not with a sigh of annoyance.

He leaned in and whispered: “I don’t know where you’ve gone, but it’s okay. You’re safe. You don’t have to do anything different. I’m here with you.”

And I burst into tears.

I had never had a partner attune to me like that before.
Before, they would push past whatever was happening to get to the end.
Before, there would be judgment—or worse, the self-blame that made me responsible for their wounded sense of self.
Before, I would need to quickly pull myself together, force a resolution, just to preserve the “connection” and keep the peace.

But this was different.

He didn’t need me to be different.
He didn’t need me to explain.
He just stayed.

And something in me that had been clenched for decades began to soften.

This is what I’ve come to understand:
Often, our wounds were created in relationship— a disruption, a betrayal, a moment when someone couldn’t meet us.
So it makes sense that healing happens in relationship too.

Not alone on a meditation cushion.
Not just in a therapist’s office.
But in the alive, messy, vulnerable space between two people who are learning to welcome each other’s parts.

This is what IFS work in partnership looks like:
Both people on the same team.
Both learning their own protections, their own vulnerabilities.
Checking their own parts that mistranslate a reaction as personal to them.
Both building the capacity to meet each other’s tender places with calm.
Curiosity. Patience. Presence.
No agenda to fix or change.

I’m not saying it’s easy. It’s not.
It requires two people willing to do their own work and hold space for the other.

But when we take the time to create this— it’s the most beautiful, restorative, expansive experience.
Everyone benefits.

NOTE: sometimes dissociation isn’t trauma related. See my post: it’s not always trauma for more insight.

My favorite Valentines gift is clear communication of desires 💘😌
02/13/2026

My favorite Valentines gift is clear communication of desires 💘😌

Finding space for grief and pleasure.If we only stay in the heaviness— the pain, the anger, the fear— without inviting i...
02/12/2026

Finding space for grief and pleasure.
If we only stay in the heaviness— the pain, the anger, the fear— without inviting in expansion,
we will slowly deteriorate.

Grief clears space.
But pleasure is what fills us back up.
We tell ourselves:
I can’t feel good while I’m grieving.
Joy would betray the pain.

But pleasure isn’t betrayal.
It’s medicine.

Pleasure activates ventral vagal—safety, connection, openness.
It lowers cortisol.
Releases oxytocin.
Reduces inflammation.
It builds capacity to hold hard things without breaking.

Grief and pleasure are dance partners.
One clears.
One restores.
One deepens.
One softens.
Both essential.
Neither abandoned.

You are allowed to grieve and still let yourself feel good.
That’s not betrayal.
That’s how you stay whole while you heal.

When I work with women, I hear the same thing over and over:“I should be over this by now.” “Why can’t I just be present...
02/09/2026

When I work with women, I hear the same thing over and over:
“I should be over this by now.” “Why can’t I just be present?” “What’s wrong with me?”

They’re irritated with their bodies for “not doing what they want them to do.”

They want to be present—truly, desperately—but they can’t understand why they keep leaving.
Why they feel flat.
Why they dissociate during intimacy.
Why shame keeps showing up uninvited.

They tell me about how much therapy they’ve done. How safe their current partner is. How happy they are with the rest of their lives.
And yet. They still check out during s—x.

WTF?

I get it. Because that was me.

Years ago, I was working with a therapist who was truly brilliant. But he kept pointing to my extreme fatigue and sadness as “parts” I still needed to heal and integrate.
So we did the work. A lot of it.

And there were parts—formed in childhood, familiar with exhaustion, familiar with leaving. I got to know them. Befriend them.
And still. I was dissociating.

Years into therapy, we discovered toxic mold in my house. Mold that had been quietly wrecking my hormones the entire time.

That discovery cracked something open for me.
I started to understand: Sometimes the root isn’t a memory that needs processing. It’s a body that needs replenishing.

If you’ve done the inner work and you’re still leaving your body— it might be time to look at what else is running in the background.

Hormones. Nervous system depletion. Functional freeze. Nutritional deficiencies.

Not instead of therapy or relationship to parts or trauma work—in addition to.

Healing isn’t one road.
And presence requires more than just processing.
It requires a body resourced enough to stay.

Read about the 4 causes in the carousel ↴

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